SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

Shovel shook his head again and sighed, "But I feel... you can't do these things."

He narrowed his eyes and pressed, "So, where exactly are you at now?"

"Just tell me directly, was there any physical contact? I'll give you a professional analysis, bro!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman in the bedroom couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle: "What a pair of blockheads teaching blockheads! One dares to teach, and the other dares to learn?"

Lin Mu frowned slightly: "Physical contact?"

"Yes! Have you held hands? Or said sweet nothings? The more detailed the better, brother's analysis is absolutely reliable!" Iron Shovel patted his chest to guarantee.

Lin Mu didn't reply, and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.

He took out a cigarette case from his pocket. This time, he lit the cigarette with a lighter.

Amidst the swirling smoke, he glanced indifferently at the shovel: "You haven't even experienced it yourself, what can you possibly analyze?"

The man with the shovel chuckled and waved his hand, "Even if you've never eaten pork, haven't you seen a pig run?"

"This is called 'a wise man doesn't fall in love, and a strategist doesn't go to the battlefield,' understand?"

At this moment, the bedroom window was quietly opened wider, and the woman inside was clearly very interested in the conversation between the two wooden figures.

Lin Mu pondered for a moment, then took a deep drag of his cigarette, the smoke swirling around his fingertips.

His voice was deep and serious: "I don't really understand what sweet talk means, but she often says things like she misses me and likes me..."

"She would suddenly hug me from behind, and sometimes when I wasn't paying attention, she would stand on tiptoe, wrap her arms around my neck, and kiss me out of the blue."

"Last night she pounced on me on the bed and bit my lip until it bled."

"When she kissed me today, I bit her back... Hmm, so we're even, right?"

"That's pretty much it for everyday life. Does this count as physical contact?"

After speaking, Lin Mu looked up at the shovel.

The other person was completely stunned, their eyes wide open, their lips twitching involuntarily, and their face full of black lines.

"Why do you look like that? Weren't you going to analyze this? Why aren't you saying anything, strategist?" Lin Mu asked, raising an eyebrow.

The air inside the courtyard instantly froze...

Inside the bedroom, the woman rested her elbows on the windowsill, her delicate hand supporting her chin, finding the conversation between the two increasingly interesting.

But she was more curious about who was on the other side of the shovel.

After all, she knew Tieqiao's past identity, and there were very few people in the world who could chat with him casually.

But she had never heard of this person before, and the two of them were only talking about private matters, being very cautious... Should she follow them and take a look later?

The woman shook her head slightly again: Forget it, what do the affairs of this world have to do with me?

Tiechao picked up the wine glass, downed two ounces of liquor in one gulp, and slammed the bottom of the glass onto the table with a "thud".

He looked at Lin Mu with a bewildered expression, hesitated several times before finally letting out a long sigh: "Brother, I take back what I just said."

"Physical contact and sweet words are all unimportant now."

"Just... let things take their course. Don't take the initiative. Just be yourself and wait to be eaten in the end."

He leaned forward, his tone ridiculously serious: "I really didn't expect you to be such a...

"I haven't experienced any hardship in love at all!"

"I see now. You came all this way just to show off, right? Huh?"

"Show off? Do you think I'm the kind of person who shows off?" Lin Mu asked with a questioning look in his eyes.

Tieshao rubbed his forehead, his fingers kneading his temples, "That kind of subtle showing off is the most deadly!"

Lin Mu raised an eyebrow: "Are you envious?"

"Nonsense! Who do you think I am, Iron Shovel? Even if the sky falls, I won't be swayed by women. That would only make me a weakness!" Iron Shovel patted his chest and swore confidently.

"Hmm, I believe you." Lin Mu smiled faintly, then changed the subject: "So when you brought that woman back with you, were you still completely unmoved?"

The woman in the bedroom paused, then quietly pushed the window open a little more.

Tie Qiao picked up the empty wine glass, his face calm and unmoved: "Even if you have a beauty that could topple cities, it will not disturb my tranquil mind."

"Crazy." The woman muttered under her breath, then slammed the window shut, making the window frame shake.

Lin Mu glanced at the closed window, then at the shovel, and said calmly, "I hope that when we meet again, you will still be the same as you described."

A confident glint shone in the shovel's eyes: "Brother, with no woman in your heart, you'll be a god when wielding a shovel!"

Lin Mu smiled without saying a word, casually twirling the empty wine glass between his fingers.

The cheerful laughter and chatter of a hearty meal still lingered in the courtyard when Tieqiao was the first to stand up, scratching his head with a sheepish grin: "Let's go! We'll talk about serious business up on the mountain."

"By the way, did you bring a knife?"

Lin Mu was slightly taken aback, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes: "I brought it, why?"

Suddenly, Tieqiao chuckled, hoisted the black shovel by the courtyard wall onto his shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "Has your injury healed?"

Lin Mu instantly understood his unspoken meaning, chuckled, and said with a hint of teasing, "I'm afraid of hurting you."

Iron Shovel raised an eyebrow: "Oh, what a coincidence!"

"I'm also worried about hurting you. How about I let you use one hand?"

Lin Mu calmly stood up, looking directly into the shovel's eyes, his voice now more serious: "Just a friendly reminder, I won't be holding back tonight."

"I love your confidence! Let's have a good fight today!"

After saying that, the two walked out of the courtyard side by side, their figures quickly disappearing into the night.

Inside the courtyard, a woman in a black dress gracefully emerged from the earthen house.

Her beautiful eyes flickered, and she murmured softly, "Who could that person be?"

"And will we... be able to return to our homeland in our lifetime?"

She sighed softly, her fingertips tracing the cool stone table: "Really, I always force myself not to think about these things... but how can time possibly heal the pain in my heart?"

After saying that, she glanced at the untidy iron pot on the table, but didn't move. Instead, she sat down on her usual stone bench, her gaze slowly drifting into the night.

……

At 9:30 p.m., Qingshou Mountain, the only mountain in Jiangcheng, is located in the northern part of the city.

On the plaza halfway up the mountain, the corpses of nearly a hundred men in gray robes lay scattered about, their dark red bloodstains appearing even more sinister under the pale moonlight.

A man in a gray trench coat stood in the center of the corpse.

The soil that had been pushed up from the ground was slowly receding back into the earth, as if it had never been disturbed.

He flicked his cigarette pack, and a cigarette flew precisely into his mouth.

With a "snap," the lighter flickered, and a thick cloud of smoke billowed from his mouth.

He swept his gaze across the corpses strewn across the ground, his voice hoarse: "Another kingdom? Have they gone mad?"

After saying that, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes: "Also, brother, what's wrong with you today? Your phone is off?"

The entire Qing Shou Mountain is now completely covered by the people of Jiangcheng Town.

On the other side of the mountainside, a man dressed in the uniform of the Zhen'e Division bowed respectfully and said to Wang Quan, who was standing in front of him, "Chief Commander Wang, news has come from the central command that we should leave quickly after clearing the battlefield."

"Leave?!"

Wang Quan cursed loudly, slamming his fist into a nearby tree trunk. "Damn it! Doesn't the Central Command know that tomorrow is Jiangcheng Academy's training ground?"

"But... it's an order from the central command after all..." The person's voice trembled slightly.